Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Brick,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.